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maskormenace2015-02-04 11:30 pm
horsepiss) wrote in maskormenace2015-02-04 11:30 pm
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[It's been a few days since Locke's arrival and he's spent them busy, meticulously combing through every bit of information he can find. The network he learns in and out, the world less so but thorough enough to start a ruse, his power-well. He learned the basics. Times have been busy after all and in-between research, he's spent the majority of his time picking pockets, slowly gaining enough money for a suit.
The very suit he's wearing as the video flashes on. It's an inexpensive suit, tailored a bit too tight around the shoulders. The face he wears is of a wannabe handsome, black hair slicked back and teeth well-cleaned. The face of a sleazy salesman, if his research proved right. After that all the transformation required was a quick restructuring of facial features. Shapeshifting, Locke was learning, had it's charms.
Smiling broadly he spreads his arms wide in greeting and a crossed leg bounces in delight.]
Ladies and gentlemen! You'll have to forgive me for any ignorances I may show. I'm new to this fine city-or set of cities [He grins and winks]-and am still fumbling my way around. I'm aware it's nothing particularly new so I'll spare you the details save one: people have an incongruous habit of staring at us when we pass! [He claps his hands, laughing as if this were a startling revelation. Then it's mock-serious, legs uncrossed, one fist on his hip as he leans forward.]
Now, usually? I'd take offense to that. Not this time-these beggars got me thinking. [He grins again, leaning back.] What's a crowd without an artist? What's attention without a business? Wasted, I'd say. Damn well wasted. As newly-ah-imported people, we hold a duty to redirect that attention to more productive efforts. I've heard whispers of a few businesses? An election? What better fuel to those fires than the kind we receive for free?
Now, I'm a humble man. I don't assume to be the first to think of this. By the gods, I may not be the first to implement it-[he slams his hand down on the arm of his chair.]-but I am the only bastard worth your trust.
[It's a bit dramatic, but that's part of the character. Steepling his fingers, he smirks over his fingertips.] My name is Leocanto Kosta, ladies and gentlemen. Allow me to be your first publicist.
[Yet, despite his claims, his phone still labels him as Locke Lamora]
[ooc: Locke is using his shapeshifting powers for this post. He will be unrecognizable except in voice to those who know him.]
The very suit he's wearing as the video flashes on. It's an inexpensive suit, tailored a bit too tight around the shoulders. The face he wears is of a wannabe handsome, black hair slicked back and teeth well-cleaned. The face of a sleazy salesman, if his research proved right. After that all the transformation required was a quick restructuring of facial features. Shapeshifting, Locke was learning, had it's charms.
Smiling broadly he spreads his arms wide in greeting and a crossed leg bounces in delight.]
Ladies and gentlemen! You'll have to forgive me for any ignorances I may show. I'm new to this fine city-or set of cities [He grins and winks]-and am still fumbling my way around. I'm aware it's nothing particularly new so I'll spare you the details save one: people have an incongruous habit of staring at us when we pass! [He claps his hands, laughing as if this were a startling revelation. Then it's mock-serious, legs uncrossed, one fist on his hip as he leans forward.]
Now, usually? I'd take offense to that. Not this time-these beggars got me thinking. [He grins again, leaning back.] What's a crowd without an artist? What's attention without a business? Wasted, I'd say. Damn well wasted. As newly-ah-imported people, we hold a duty to redirect that attention to more productive efforts. I've heard whispers of a few businesses? An election? What better fuel to those fires than the kind we receive for free?
Now, I'm a humble man. I don't assume to be the first to think of this. By the gods, I may not be the first to implement it-[he slams his hand down on the arm of his chair.]-but I am the only bastard worth your trust.
[It's a bit dramatic, but that's part of the character. Steepling his fingers, he smirks over his fingertips.] My name is Leocanto Kosta, ladies and gentlemen. Allow me to be your first publicist.
[Yet, despite his claims, his phone still labels him as Locke Lamora]
[ooc: Locke is using his shapeshifting powers for this post. He will be unrecognizable except in voice to those who know him.]
permatext. do you want the tdm to carry over, btw?
[not that your answer to the subject header would change her response at all, haha. whether she vaguely thinks this guy sounds a lot like the loser she bought donuts for or not, this is the sort of tiresome exploitation of a captive audience that makes her roll her eyes. at least it's not a felon throwing a toddler tantrums this time.]
permatext; sure!
Surely there's nothing wrong with a friendly pitch! Is it not wise to make your name known?
and so the donuts are made immortal
godonuts
[ did he fuck up he's pretty sure he hasn't fucked up ]
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[ -oh for fuck's sake. ] This is a mistake. My
machinephone is flawed. It has to be.Anyway, I merely sought to introduce myself. Can you truly begrudge me for that?
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No offense, or anything, but it's kind of a weird proposal.
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Besides, it'd be a welcome change. My given job was... an unfortunate misunderstanding.
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What kind of job did you get when you showed up?
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Oh - I think there's a problem with your communicator, Mr. Kosta. It's got your name wrong.
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Ah. [ Okay. Okay. There's a way to handle this. Locke falters briefly but picks himself up well enough and there's the perk of utilizing his genuine concern as a faked reaction. ] Curious. Surely... surely it does this often. I fear I've not had very good luck with these machines. Certainly-it must be a mistake.
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Yeah, I've seen it happen before, definitely. I've got a friend who's awfully good with technology - she can fix that problem for you. If you'd like.
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I... I would, yes. I'd hate for people to think I'm a liar. A man's no good without a strong word. Your friend-does she require a fee? I'll pay whatever she requests.
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What's a publicist?
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A good question! Publicists-pamphleteers back home-are responsible for spreading the word about you or your business! Any man worth his coin should be able to rope in more money, fame-anything you can name! We use our connections to benefit you.
Basically, we make your work well-known.
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A publicist. Really? And why should we trust you?
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The name discrepancy gives him pause, though. A lie, most likely, but it's a seamless one. Which might mean that the man is a really good liar, far beyond lying out of crass necessity, and he probably shouldn't be trusted. Then again, who said that's a bad thing? And so, Luvander beams.]
Do enlighten me, my dear, as to the details of the service you're offering. I do appreciate that you are starting up empty-handed here, but you don't seem like the kind of man who will let that bother you for long.
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